The rain doesn’t speak, and the flowers don’t laugh, you explain to me they’re satellites and not stars. You’re a responsible adult, making sure I’m worthy of respect, no matter how much of my soul you have wrecked.
– Rimsha Qazi
The rain doesn’t speak, and the flowers don’t laugh, you explain to me they’re satellites and not stars. You’re a responsible adult, making sure I’m worthy of respect, no matter how much of my soul you have wrecked.
– Rimsha Qazi
We decorate a dream on a sinful Monday, but you fade away before celebrating Friday. Now I’ll write prettified love letters to you all weekend, so maybe we can decorate another dream next Monday.
-Rimsha Qazi